"ayu!" yan yi sat up violently from the bed, ming huangjin was slid from his body to his waist, his eyes were wide and staring forward, and his breathing was rising and falling violently.
xuan long was startled, and sat up slowly with the pain on his body, looking at yan yi's ice-green pupils with a faint worry: "but have a nightmare?" "
yan yi seemed to have really woken up from the dream at this moment, slowly turning his head to stare at xuan long, and the peach blossom eyes of the hooked people were covered with blood at the moment, looking a little sinister.
xuan long had never seen such a yan iris before, and he didn't know what to do for a while, but he was at a loss in his heart, and his face didn't have much expression: "you..."
before the words could be spoken, yan yi narrowed her eyes and twisted her head, lifted the quilt and got out of bed and got dressed, with a kind of indifference that refused to be thousands of miles away.
yan iris took off the clean sacrilege from the mica screen, put it on, and then took off the blue dragon pattern civilian clothes, and continued to dress with his back to the xuanlong on the bed, without opening his mouth to pay attention to his meaning.
it was not yet morning time, the rain outside was falling non-stop, and the inside of the hall was as quiet as if no one was there.
xuan long was the worst at dealing with such a scene, if yan yi was angry with him, he didn't even know how to open his mouth, he would only make him angry. at this time, he didn't understand what was wrong with yan yi, and it was clear that last night was fine, how could he suddenly lose his temper.
"awful. you..." xuan long guessed whether he was unhappy and would be so inexplicable, but yan yi did not give him the opportunity to ask for an exit.
"don't call me that." yan yi's belted hand froze, and the tone was not heavy, enough to make xuan long shut up.
"don't talk to me either."
in this world, except for his father and queen, only ning zhiyu should be qualified to call him in this way.
when he coaxed xuan long to be happy that day, he pestered him to call himself 'ah yi', but now he regretted it.
the dream was like a wake-up call.
when xuan long saw that he was not happy, he was silent, quietly looking at his tall back, and a little dazed appeared in his heart.
yan yi took xuan long as air, and did not say half a word to him when he left, there was a knock at the door, it was time, it was chen yan who came to tell him to go up to the court.
the door of the palace suddenly opened from the inside, chen yan looked up, saw the long-haired emperor with his face stretched out, and was surprised: "emperor, you are..."
"go to the luan feng temple." yan yan left with a word, and walked very quickly, chen yan looked up at the rain under the eaves, and hurriedly followed up with an umbrella: "oh, my emperor, careful body oh..."
this rain became more and more impatient, the sky was like a leak, the storm was in unison, when yan yi arrived at the luan feng hall, he was soaked with half of his body, and the smooth cloth was cold and cold on his body, he didn't care, he stumbled and ran into the hall, leaving chen yan behind.
seeing the man on the bed with a jade-like face, yan iris's eyes were wet, and he knelt down on the edge of the bed without the slightest manner, grabbed the man's beautiful hand and pasted it on his face, and muttered obsessively:
"ayu..."
"ayu..."
it was at this moment that he felt that he had truly come alive.
that dream was so painful.
it was as if he had dug his mind out of his chest.
yan yi had dreamed of that scene countless times, and it was clear that he could not see the man's face clearly, but that despair was tightly attached to him like a bone erosion into the marrow, making him eager to die with the man in the dream immediately.
it was someone who was very important and important to him, much more important than his own life, and yan yi was extremely sure of this.
he started dreaming that very early.
since the age of fourteen, he has seen men in dreams almost every night, and every time it is such a tragic scene, and every time he wakes up, his pillow is always wet.
the man was so cruel that he was so miserable, but he didn't even let him see what he looked like.
he thought that it must be his lover in a previous life, otherwise how could he be so stubborn and bizarre into his dreams.
he should have wanted to let himself go looking for him, but yan yi was a prince at that time, and he hadn't even been out of the palace gate a few times, and he didn't know where to go to find him, so he could only wait and wait for the other party to find him.
since it is a destiny, we will definitely meet each other.
yan yi waited, waited for a long time, did not wait, after the 16th birthday, the father said that he wanted to choose one of the noble daughters of the high gate to make him a princess, he did not want to think about it and refused, he knew that he was deeply in love with a man, although he did not know what the man was born like.
but he knew he would come.
that summer, yan yi met ning zhiyu, and the bloody and blurred face of the man in the dream became clear...
on the same day, he followed his father out of the palace and went to the palace of the prime minister to visit the sick-bedded minister, the father emperor entered the bedroom of the minister to visit, yan iris waited outside, and when he was in a hurry, he couldn't help but walk around, and this visit went to the garden.
at that time, ning zhiyu was already 17 years old, one year older than yan yi, born with a fresh wind, but he was a very soft character, his mother was originally a nameless foot-washer, and when he was born, it was difficult to give birth and die, so although ning zhiyu was the son of a beggar, secretly anyone could step on him, anyway, lord cheng xiang had never cared much about this frail and sick son.
when yan zhiyu met ning zhiyu, he was forced by his brother to pick up a kite from the tree, the tree was several people tall, ning zhiyu wore a moon white robe, two thin arms struggled to hold the trunk to climb up, the sleeves were piled up under the armpits, and when he was about to touch the kite, he suddenly stepped on the air and fell down.
the stone on his forehead fell to the ground, and his head was broken and bleeding, ning zhiyu seemed to be used to it, trembling and about to stand up, and ning hong, the concubine of the chancellor, saw that his cheap brother was injured, and knew that he had run into trouble, and the soles of his feet were greased.
the moment ning zhiyu turned towards him, yan yi's heart was suddenly hit——
he looked at ning zhiyu's face full of blood, and then thought of the blood blurred face of the man in the dream, he was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, he didn't know who he was hurting, whether it was the man in the dream or the man in front of him, he couldn't tell.
ning zhiyu's lips were miserable, there was no one around, and he was about to leave the garden, when the yan iris ghost made the god come out of the dark place where he was hiding, and he asked in front of him, "you... does it hurt? "
yan yi was dressed in civilian clothes, and ning zhiyu had never seen his highness the crown prince, only when he was a noble prince, after a slight shyness, he smiled and shook his head:
"不疼。"
the smile was miserable and helpless.
in the dream, yan yi couldn't see the man's face clearly, and he couldn't hear the man speaking, but through the shape of his mouth, he could vaguely guess that the man had also said to him that it was not painful.
obviously he was so badly injured, but he comforted him and said it didn't hurt.
"how can it not hurt?" yan yi asked with a throat.
"if you get used to it, it won't hurt." ning zhiyu was still smiling, his eyes were very good-looking, as clear and gentle as his temperament, yan yi felt that the man in the dream should also be such a pair of gentle eyes, so he followed the impulse in his heart and said softly.
"come with me, i won't let you hurt again in the future."
"i will protect you."